Syria, white sheets in a black blind humanity

Few hours, another decision, an order, a question of a moment,
Others thousands looks lost in the bombs fume,
Other thousands lifes dampen in an instant of a trajectory, of distant interests,
Other dreams flew away escaped from the umpteenth missil,
They will call it flash, democratic, peaceful, and we'll count thousand on thousand white sheets in the next decades. 
We was adolescents at the first high school years and we seen born and still didn't end a lot, a trembling tv remote control in our hands and we was with a peace flag maybe with more hope to find a right direction,
now instead of the tv control we have a keyboard but nothing was changed, we're always there,
Always at the same point, even more,
How many we seen, we studied, we heard and now here thinking about another one, and another one even more,
How many looks, how much fume, how many quartered cities,
How many still, how many still, i think this night thinking about the Syrian looks from the World press photo days,
How many we had, we have and we will still have,

I was walking in the streets of this English city and looking around thinking,
How many i seen escaped from the bombs of a lost humanity,
England, how many you greeted,
Iac, twenty, originally from Rwuanda, grown up in italy, talk me about his family now lived all around different european city, his country deflagred by the violence and his originally parents that he never seen more,
Ali, forty, originally from Kosovo, seeing his parents portrait in the living room was talking me about how he came here more of twenty years ago with a broken heart seeing in tv his city deflagred and never more seen his parents,
Khaled palestinian, Wale egyptian, and many others more...

How many still, how many bombs, how many looks, how many refuges, how many still,
How many still, 
Keeping on walking on this street i wish to scream 'stop and think!', look around and think,
have look the looks, hear the stories, come out from the blind, stop from your day tomorrow give a look around and think to the next lost look on a missil trajecory,
a decision, a moment,
stay human, became human, remind the human...